And so my life has been guided All the love that i needed was provided And through my mother's sacrifices I saw where her life went Give me more than birth to me, more than life to me And this ain’t one little cliché about black women and being strong Cause – hell – if you’re weak – you’re gone But life courage determined to do more than just survive And too many homes have a missing woman or man Without the fealing of missing love Maybe they are homes that are hurt But they are no real lifes that hurt without reach But not broken Unless the homes of soldiers – stationed overseas Or lost in battles or broken Unless the homes of firemen, policemen, construction workers, seamen, railroad men, truckers, pilots Who lost their lifes – but not what their lifes stood for... Because men die – men loose – they are lost and they leave It is the women ... I came from what they 'called' a broken home But if they ever really called at our house They would have known how wrong they were We were working on our lives and our homes Dealing with what we had, not what we didn’t have My life has been guided by women But because of them – I am a man. God bless you mama – I thank you.